Shellshocked

Somebody said we are all shellshocked. I guess that must be the reason that keep doing absent-minded things. I walked away from a counter with my credit card and bank statement on it. I have not been able to pay attention in meetings. Writing is useless right now. I tried to write something clever today and instead of saving it, I hit the delete button. A simple declarative sentence is more than I can do. I will not go to the funeral. I have said that the next funeral I go to will be my own because I know my loving family will have one for me although I'd like to be cremated and have my ashes scattered somewhere. Perhaps in my Pacific Ocean. --Ruth Adkins Robinson